Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    There are not many people on the train. Zuo said that this is also the second time I have been on a train, both times with hard seats.

    It is said that their journey is two days long. Zuo Yan is worried about his ass, and he doesn't know whether Si boss deliberately or really picks it up. In short, he sighed heavily when he looked at the scenery outside the window.

    "Sigh."

    Zuo Yan said: "We go to Wuyin Temple and it doesn't count as going to work. Is there extra overtime pay?"

    Seeing the expectation in his dark eyes, Si Jia beat him mercilessly, "No ."

    Zuo Yan confirmed that this person is really picky.

    During the two-day journey, Zuo Yan always found a place to eat bamboo shoots when he was hungry, took a bite, and took a look at the scenery outside. A feeling of desolation came to his heart.

    "I'm so good now, why is it so hard?"

    System: "Because you have no money." One

    sentence left Zuo Yan speechless. It is not easy to be a goblin these years.

    When I got off the train, I took the bus, tripped and climbed the mountain. When Zuo Yan got tired, Si Jia told him that it was coming soon.

    When Zuo Yan asked the sixth time, the two people finally touched the gate of the temple. It felt a bit like Tang Sanzang taking the scriptures. After nine or eighty-one difficulties, they immediately had to worship the true Buddha.

    The temple was located halfway up the mountain, misty, knocked on the door knocker, waited for a while, Si Jia directly pushed in.

    Zuo Yan followed behind, the empty space was the first impression, but it was incredibly clean.

    The fog seemed to be big again, and a person walked by from far to near hazily, the fog was lingering, and the bells hanging under the eaves of the corridor swayed slightly, making a crisp movement.

    The young monk stopped in front of them, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, the benefactor climbed the mountain and waded to add perfume oil to Wuyin Temple, so sincere..."

    Before the monk had finished speaking, Si Jia interrupted him mercilessly, "Alms." The

    monk. The smile on his face was immediately retracted, and he waved at them, "No."

    Zuo Yan: ...at first sight, it is not a serious monk.

    As the monk's arm was swinging, Zuo Yan saw something still dragging behind him.

    Take a closer look, it turned out to be a toy for children, with a reel, a duckling style, and a line around the neck, which can be dragged. Generally, I have played with it before the age of three. After the age of three, I dislike its childish toys. .

    "Yo! Let me see, this body's aura." The monk saw Zuo Yan and started to look around him like he saw Bao. The duckling behind him followed him without a thread.